Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

In the event of the death group arena, as long as you win three times first, you can advance. There is no saying that you will lose the qualification if you are defeated by others. Therefore, Caesar's nomination surprised everyone.

"The player Ymir has successfully advanced, do you really want to choose him as your opponent?" Dylan hesitated.

Under such circumstances, it is obviously safer for Caesar to choose three other players. Even if he wins against Ymir at this time, the opponent can still advance safely, but if he loses, he will immediately lose the qualification to advance.

Caesar was unmoved when he heard the words. He didn't look at Ymir again. With everyone's eyes following him, he turned around and strode towards the arena. His tall and straight figure was like a sharp wind, which stirred up the tension on the field. air.

Dylan looked at Caesar who was getting closer and closer, and couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple. When he passed by, Caesar smiled and stretched out his hand to him. The smile touched people's hearts, and it was too good-looking, but just one look and you will I feel a chill down my back.

Dylan felt his heart constrict, and subconsciously handed over the microphone on his hand.

In a trance, he remembered Caesar's nickname - Smiling Tiger - the star hunting captain's fame is not as simple as his good-looking face. He has led his men to arrest terrorists near the capital galaxy all year round. Hexing Pirates, everyone is terrified wherever they go.The deeper he smiles, the more unlucky someone will be. In addition, his spiritual body is a white tiger, so he has gained such a nickname over time.

It's just that the recent turmoil in the match made his evaluation discounted. Today, when he returned to the Nebula Cup again, people recalled his strength that cannot be underestimated.

"I thought he was upset, so I chose him as my opponent. Is there any problem?" He tilted his head and smiled, his voice thundering into the hearts of every audience, "The rules didn't say no."

As he spoke, he returned the microphone to Dylan, stepped onto the ring in two or three steps, and stood still quietly.

Ymir stood up abruptly, and Bijia's cautious voice was completely forgotten by him. He returned to the ring step by step, the blood on the ground had been cleaned up, and his bloodthirsty gaze was on Caesar's face. Unable to linger, the madness in his eyes became more and more obvious, he licked his lips strangely while wondering which part of Caesar's body should be broken first.

Oswald in the player's bench narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Ymir as if he was looking at a dead person.

The moment the opening reminder sounded, Ymir's figure disappeared in place amidst the exclamation of the crowd like a puff of smoke.

When the two equally matched sentries entered each other's sensory field, every movement of each other would be caught by the other immediately, but firstly, Ymir was confident in his own speed, and secondly, he wanted to test Caesar's strength. Immediately, he directly jumped up and grabbed Caesar's eyes with his hands.

But as soon as he made a move, he missed, and his sharp five fingers scratched the afterimage, without even touching Caesar.

Ymir's eyes widened suddenly, and a slight vibration in the air fell into his sensory field, making his hairs stand on end reflexively.

But he didn't look back, bursts of gray-black smoke gushed out from behind him, and the imitation was successful in an instant, accompanied by a series of hissing sounds, a wolf snake with a hundred rings flew out of the fog, engulfing Caesar's desire Counter arm.

This snake was quite ferocious, with its mouth wide open and biting towards Caesar's throat.

There was an exclamation in the live broadcast room, and the audience raised their hearts in their throats.

However, Caesar's face remained unchanged, and his smile deepened a bit.

The hundred-ringed wolf snake attacked at an extremely fast speed, and the wind was blowing in the face, but its terrifying sharp teeth stopped a few inches in front of Caesar, and couldn't get in any more - Caesar squeezed its sore spot tightly, It was so big that the Baihuan Wolf Snake writhed in pain.

It turned into a puff of smoke and escaped with a puff, and then it suddenly appeared from the midair above Caesar's head without giving up. Caesar snorted coldly, and stopped looking at it, and locked his eyes on Ymir who took the opportunity to snatch him in front of him.

The blood-chilling hiss of the hundred-ringed wolf snake suddenly broke in mid-air, and a huge white shadow pounced on it, and its fangs fell fiercely, biting the enemy's head cleanly.

The white tiger succeeded in one blow, then spread its wings, and flew to a high place with the struggling snake in its mouth.

The sudden injury to the mental body made Ymir frowned, and the tingling pain made his movements slow down by half a beat, and then his eyes blurred, and the sky spun, and there was a bang on the head, and the severe pain made him momentarily Numb all over.

Caesar did not relax after successfully completing a throw. He watched Ymir cautiously with a serious expression on his face.

The robots guarding the sidelines rushed to the stage with a flashing red light, and stopped in front of Caesar one by one—his damage had reached the warning line.

But Caesar still stared at Ymir closely, and as expected, two seconds later, Ymir stood up slowly while touching his bleeding head, and he kicked the nearest robot, directly in its heart a hole.

"roll."

Caesar narrowed his eyes.

It was exactly the same. In the last warm-up match, even if Yimir, who occupied Oswald's body, was injured, he looked completely unafraid of injury, and could immediately stand up alive and continue to fight.

Ymir started giggling, half of his face was covered with blood, and the blood seeped into his mouth, staining his teeth red.

"Continue." He licked off the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Remember, as long as I don't admit defeat, you don't count as winning."

The blood made him mad, and now he had no scruples, his bulging arms opened suddenly, and a new round of attack was ready.

Nishizawa did not retreat but advanced, abruptly catching the opponent's hundreds of blows like a storm. The huge force made the pressure around them soar, and the airflow brought up by each move scattered like a sharp blade, shaking the nearest The audience's scalp is numb.

The two came and went, refusing to give in to each other. Ymir hooked the corner of his mouth, and said in the gap between the attacks: "What? Can't you laugh anymore?"

Contrary to his pressing step by step, Caesar saw every move, and seemed to be a little passive at first glance, but Ymir failed to gain much advantage under the long attack.

At this time Caesar smiled when he heard the words, when everyone thought he was going to respond, but after dodging an attack, he suddenly withdrew and took a few steps back, instantly opening the distance from Ymir.

"That's all."

His voice sounded suddenly.

The smile on Ymir's face froze, his eyes lingered on Caesar's mouth, and found that he did not speak.

But he still heard Caesar's voice strangely——

"You won't die from a serious injury? Or what's going on? Are you planning to reject the robot's coordination and rely on this boring ability to win me?"

Caesar stood with his hands behind his back, smiled and shook his head.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at him blankly, not understanding what was going on with him.

It wasn't until a trace of spiritual power bared its fangs under the pressure of the domineering sentinel that people were surprised what had happened.

The weak mental power that was barely noticeable exploded instantly, and countless tiny thinking tentacles were revealed, and the moment the mental power was infused, they crazily bound Ymir tightly.

Ymir's red eyes trembled, and he froze in place maintaining an attacking posture.

His spiritual world was occupied by a surge of mental power, and Caesar's voice echoed in his head: "This kind of endless fighting style will make you tired even if you don't."

Off the court, Bi Jia's complexion changed drastically. She is a guide, so she naturally knew what was going on in front of her, but she never expected Caesar's mental power to suddenly become so powerful.

Ymir was sweating profusely, but he still didn't give up, trying to build a mental barrier to resist Caesar's spiritual invasion.

It's a pity that once a barrier is built, it will be crushed and destroyed by the opponent's mental power immediately. The speed of reconstruction of the mental barrier is far behind the speed of Caesar's spiritual invasion.

His face was pale, and his red pupils were in stark contrast to his pale face.

Caesar looked at him with pity, loosened his fingers at will, stepped forward and punched Ymir heavily in the abdomen.

He used [-]% of his strength in this punch, and Ymir collapsed in convulsions, and his tall body finally failed to stand up again this time.

The mental confusion made his vision a little distracted. He heard the robot's siren sounding again, and dutifully stopped Caesar from further attacks.

The referee came up and quickly reached a decision, but Caesar smiled and stopped his words.

"Didn't he just say that? I can only win if he admits defeat."

The referee raised his eyebrows, but he didn't intend to stop it.

Caesar then walked slowly in front of Ymir, knelt down and stretched out his hand to twist the other's face, he looked directly into the red eyes, and said as if joking: "Speaking of which, my mental hints are not very good. You are proficient, just in time to practice."

The powerful spiritual power exploded in response, and Ymir seemed to be strangled by someone suddenly. The arrogant smile was still hanging on the corner of his mouth strangely, but when he opened his mouth, he mechanically paused every word:

"...I lost."

Xizefu laughed again: "Then I won, right?"

"……you win."

There was silence on the field for several seconds, and cheers broke out first in the live broadcast room, followed by the excited voice of the host Dylan.

[Ah, ah, ah, beautiful! 】

【I go!Boss, when did his mental power become so strong?Wasn't there only E-level at the beginning? 】

[I, I, I want to kneel down and sing Conquer to the boss! 】

Seeing the triumphant smile on Caesar's face, people were so excited that they could speak incoherently.

The author has something to say:

Nishizawa: It is to make others admit defeat (~▽~)